Won’t lie. This week has been a challenge. Work has, well been horrific. And then I come home and on top of all the other things that a working parent has to put up with, my eldest has seemingly decided to make it her personal mission to make my life a living hell.
How are you guys doing?
It’s go home day from the rig, another two weeks with the family. My wife and I have signed papers to purchase our first home together just a few days ago.
Would be all good, but my 13 year old son’s school counselor called today to say my son has been talking to his friends about suicide and depression. My father killed himself a decade ago. Although he doesn’t like to talk about it, I believe my son’s past with his abusive birth mother hangs heavily upon him.
I feel like if I actually allow myself to think, I will break down in this airport. So I’m going to drink lightly, get home, sleep since I’ll have been up for about 24 hours by then. And tomorrow my wife and I will make a plan to help him.
That’s a hard one to navigate. Little dude has been through a lot. Looking back the therapy in my younger years has been insanely helpful as I moved into my 20s and grew in my career.
Good luck brother.